I share one example. When my first wife Shelley died, I was sustained for many months by family and friends and the pull of a demanding church calling. When the time came for another to assume that responsibility, I found myself in a dark and lonely place. A close friend then gave me a precious gift, a week of his time. We rode our bicycles together over a considerable distance, allowing time for conversation, silence and physical exercise. That week changed my life forever and I will always be grateful. I felt loved and it lead to healing.